The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1887-09-07

less trihes these spoiled girls must have
to wear. and this was q Partisan
through and through! German women
were so different What, indeed,
could manly man do with q doll who
carried such handkcrchiefS, wound such
spiders webs about her neck ana Wore
gloves in the garden? What would his
mother, who only on Sundays allowed
herself the luxury OF white undcT-
sleeves, and was by no means lavish IL
collars and handkcrchiefs for
her husband and son-what would
she say about The always fresh
white gowns of this young French
woman? Terrible memories Of the
Revolution and OF Napolcons wars
had taught her to hate the French. and
she was diSpleaScd to learn that her
SON rvcn knew these foreigners.
This night Arnim dreamed Of gican-
tic balls flying through the air. They
all nit him. Handkerchief after
handkerchief was wound around
his head. and two soft little hands
were laid upon his heart, while .
sweet voice asked: Have really hurt
you?"
The next day Arnim had many les
sons to rec:te at the gymnasium, but
his memory was not rs usual X com
mand. At the appointed time he
found himself on the familiar path. As
he passed the lat;iccd gate his heart
beat violently From beneath the low
drawn vision OF his cap he gazcd
stea,tlilv into the garden. Suddenly
ne dSccrned y white simmer. The
clovcleSs hand Of Hortcnsc waved him
:. greeting through tue lattice-work OF
the gate.
80. sir, You came at last she said.
in French. How is it with you?'
As politcyoung man. hewas obliged
to step forward, to take oil his cap,
show the eye which meantime had as
sumc,l al possible colors, and say us
suringlv the words he had . thousand
times rchearSed: nc me p0rte aSSez
5ien, n,aden,oi$elle. Then taking tho
handkerchief with the coronet from its
paper wrappings, with q "thank You
very much" he handed it to its owner.
Where was the other? Hortcnse did
not ask. but still chatting and laugh
ing mvrrily, she opened the gate and
came to him. Arnim listened in silence
as the ripping rivulet of her speech
flowed gayly on, while the rosebud
mouth was wreathed in smiles and the
eyes slowed like sunbeams.
go, how Hove the forest" she cried,
in ecstasy. The trees murmured softly
above those two young heads. and with
happy hearts they paced slowly up and
down the path.
Young violets in charming profusion
nestled amid the grass. Arl';m would
gladly have plucked bunch OF them
for. his lovely companion, but he could
recall only their Latin name, Eiola
odora;a, and he forebore. He told her
as we'll as he was able that he spoke
bat very little French, and she replied,
laughing, that she knew no German.
Then she asked him to give her Ger
man lessons, assuring him that her
father would not object. She next IN
quired rs to his name, his home, wheth-
er he had parents and brothers and sis
tiers. When he had answered she said,
sadly: Il have no mother, no brothers
or sisters Then she begged him not
to be afraid of Mile. Fitnc,
her coverness, assuring him that she
was not so cross as she looked.
as it she who always makes you
wear gloyes?" he asked.
She laughed and nodded.
But l do love to take them of, J"
she said, suiting the action to the
word. Here they are. Please keep
them awhile for me.
He put the gloves in his breast
pocket.
"And yet I would not like to have
brown or red hands like so many OF
your German girls" she added. That
is so ugly-uglier even than gloves. >
So they walked up and down or stood
side by side at the gate, until Mile.
Fifne's call separated them.
This day, also, our student learned
little from his books, although his eye
was now well.
In response to 4 courteous note from
the Marquis, he ere long found himself
duly installed as German teacher to
Hortense. The Marquis also paid his
parents visit, charming both with his
elegant manners and the prospect o!
an engagement for their son, although
the mother shook her head ominoUsly
and talked more than ever of the dire
events of the French campaign of 1912.
The German lessons were not given
in the usual formal manner. Teacher
and pupil wandered out into the gar
den, and seated themselves comforta-
bly, in the arbor or by the fountain.
Sometimes when Mile. Fifne was IN
good humor, she accompanied them to
the forest, to the meadow or to the
temple on the hilltop. Arnim soon got
over his fear of the morose old French
governess, who every day cursed the
lot that forced her to remain far from